Dancing Through / One Good Thing

Flying away on a family vacation?

Last night I was at a really nice barbecue (Thank you Kristen and John!), and one little thread running through the delightful conversation involved the periodic travel updates from the wife of one of the guests.

He was with us; she was doing the airport limbo.

Getting to Ithaca, New York from New York City by air can oftentimes seem more challenging than flying to, say, Boseman, Montana.

You just …. can’t get here from there.

To break it down briefly, this particular traveler was more or less stranded at JFK in New York. A flight into Syracuse (an hour’s drive from Ithaca) would land at midnight. Providing there were no delays, the couple would get back at around 2AM.

Plans were made accordingly.

Then — for whatever reason — this flight was scrapped (or cancelled). Would a train be possible? (No). How about changing airports in New York from JFK to LaGuardia and flying from there? (Not until Tuesday).

I lost track of the travel drama (I think it was resolved with an overnight at a New York hotel followed by a train to Albany), but by the end of the evening I was reminded — yet again — of how much I loathe flying.

HATE. IT.

I’m going to share a couple of things that have made flying — or the prospect of it — much more palatable for me.

Just in time for your own summer airport shuffling:

I present the airport dances of Blake McGrath.

“Fly me to the Moon” was the first Blake McGrath airport dance I became aware of.

(double click for the very definition of a “happy dance”)

Before Fly Me to The Moon arrived — with its great costume and production values — McGrath’s spontaneous and epic airport dance to Celine Dion’s “It’s All Coming Back to Me Now” this spring sparked a delightful trend of airport dancing.

A search on YouTube reveals hundreds of dancers in various airports either expertly copying McGrath’s moves, or coming up with their own.

[Click below for the dance that ignited lots of plane-side pirouettes]

McGrath also dances in busy supermarkets, Las Vegas casinos — and in just about any public space where he won’t get arrested.

And while dancing at my local very busy and snooty Wegmans might get a person deviled-egged in the produce aisle, I would definitely welcome some dancing during my next airport saga, which will commence in September.

This gives me just enough time to work on my routine!

Here’s hoping that you have a freewheeling, flexible, and fantastic week.

Love,

Amy

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